Jude hesitates for a moment, his lips still hovering above mine, as though trying to catch his breath, trying to make sense of what’s happening between us. But then, as if something snaps, he takes control. His fingers slide into my hair, gripping it gently, pulling me into his lap. I feel every movement of his hands, every soft shift of his body beneath me. My heart races, erratic and wild, matching the intensity of the kiss. This is it. This is something I’ve dreamt about for years—years that felt like eternity. And now it’s happening, right here, right now.
But it doesn’t feel real. It feels too surreal, too fragile, as if one wrong move might make it all disappear.
We break away, our breaths mingling, our hearts still pounding in time with the lingering tension. Jude’s chest rises an
